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“soft launching a superstar”

joe keery (djo) x influencer!reader

info/warnings: fem!reader, FLUFFFYYY, lowercase 100% intended, pet names, mentions of kisses/ small, sweet kisses!

summary: reader is a famous influencer and joe is a famous musician + actor. they’ve only been dating for 5 months but haven’t publicised it just yet. they’ve been talking about “soft launching” for a little so that’s what reader has been doing on her social media!

there are 5 different scenes! set them as far apart or as close together as you’d like for the timeline of each scene! enjoy reading :)

wc: 1538

1: the coffee “date”

the café is small and tucked between a bookstore and a florist. the air smells like espresso grounds and orange peel cleaner. someone is playing soft indie music overhead, the kind that feels like it was written specifically for late afternoons.

you chose this place on purpose. no paparazzi. no obvious windows. just warm light and chipped ceramic plates.

joe looks almost out of place here.

not because he’s dressed flashy because he isn’t. worn jeans. plain white tee. black sunglasses pushed into his hair.

but because even relaxed, even quiet, there’s something about him that draws the eye.

he’s mid-sentence when you lift your phone.

“and then the director says-” he stops. squints at you. “what are you doing”

“don’t move” his mouth twitches. “that’s ominous”

you lean back slightly, pretending to stretch, angling your camera downward. your matcha sits across from his americano. condensation beads along the plastic like tiny crystals. his hand rests loosely beside his cup. long fingers. silver ring catching the light in soft flashes. you notice how close your knee is to his under the table. you don’t move it.

“you’re not taking a picture of the drinks” joe says quietly. “i am.”

“my hand is in that” you glance at it like you hadn’t noticed. “barely”

he studies you. he knows that tone. the one you use when you’re pretending something is casual. “you’re thinking” he says. “i’m always thinking”

“that’s not comforting” you take the photo. check it. your thumb hovers over the screen. this is the first time. not a story that disappears. not a private account. not hidden. this is permanent. joe watches your face soften in the reflection of your screen. “hey” he says gently.

you look up. “if you’re not ready-”

“i am” he searches your eyes like he’s looking for hesitation. you don’t give him any.

you hit post. with the caption “matcha + peace = love”

your phone buzzes almost instantly against your palm. one notification. then three. then ten.

@kieraaaspamz: hoold up.. LOVE?!?

@plebbbbsicle: pause. zooming.

@wysm827: WHY DOES THAT LOOK FAMILIAR!?

@user99823447: is she soft launching or am i delulu?

@izabel126: the ring??? hello??

joe exhales through his nose, a quiet laugh. “they’re going to zoom” he says. “let them”

“you’re evil” “i’m romantic” “romantic?”

you reach across the table and brush your fingers lightly over his. just enough to make his breath catch. “it’s just coffee” you whisper.

but your hand stays there. and so does his

2: the hoodie

it’s late. the kind of late where the world feels smaller and softer.

your bedroom is dim except for fairy lights and the glow of your bedside lamp. everything looks warmer at night, less sharp, less public. joe is stretched across your bed, one arm behind his head, watching you move around the room.

you’re wearing his hoodie.

it swallows you whole. the sleeves hang past your fingertips. the hem brushes your thighs. it smells faintly like his cologne and laundry detergent. you catch your reflection in the mirror and pause. you look… claimed. not in a possessive way. in a safe way.

“you’ve been staring at yourself for thirty seconds” joe says. “i’m evaluating”

“that’s my hoodie”

“not anymore” you lift your phone. snap. another angle. snap. the tiny embroidered lettering on the sleeve is visible if someone looks closely enough. his unreleased album title. “you’re bold” joe says carefully. you post it anyway.

with the caption: “stole this. not giving it back btw, sorry love x”

you don’t look at him immediately. you look at your phone lighting up instead. likes climbing. comments stacking.

@bshlaoa8827: that merch isn’t released yet

@sorrynepal726: why does that look familiar

@joyieohlop: oh she’s glowing glowing

@yahzoosareyum99: whose hoodie?!

@conspiracyy91637: LOVE!?! WHO IS LOVE??

@vigoodwla86: need to know who this isss

joe gets up slowly and walks behind you. his hands slide around your waist, warm and steady. his chin rests on your shoulder. you feel how solid he is.

“you trust them?” he asks quietly. you know what he means. not the fans. the internet. the noise. “i trust us” you reply. he goes still for a second. “that’s not the same thing” you turn in his arms.

“it is to me” joe brushes his thumb along the inside of your wrist absentmindedly. grounding himself. “i don’t want this to change anything” he says. “it won’t”

“you don’t know that” you smile gently.“joe. i’ve built my whole life online. i know what i’m doing”

“…do you?” he asks softly.you step closer. “yeah” you say. “i do” he leans down and kisses your forehead, lingering there like he’s memorizing it. “okay” he whispers.

3: the laugh

sunday morning light pours through your kitchen windows in soft stripes. you’re filming at the counter, surrounded by skincare bottles and coffee mugs. your hair is clipped back loosely, face bare, comfortable. this is your space. joe is somewhere behind you, opening drawers like he doesn’t know where anything belongs.

“where are your spoons?” he mutters. “third drawer”

a loud metallic crash. you close your eyes briefly. then his laugh fills the room. it’s warm. uncontrollable. bright. you feel it in your chest before you even process the sound. you freeze for half a second. then you keep talking like nothing happened.

“ignore the background chaos” you say calmly to the camera. joe whispers, “i dropped one thing” “it was the entire cutlery system.”

“dramatic.”

you finish filming and immediately check the video after posting. this time, the caption says “a little chaos to start the morning”

the comments start rolling in faster than usual.

you scroll. and scroll.and scroll.

@dj0f4n: that is JOES laugh

@strangerthiiingz: i would recognize that laugh anywhere

@pandaxo87: she smiled when he laughed

@mirandalives: they’re comfortable comfortable

you don’t realize you’re smiling again until joe points it out. “you’re doing it”

“doing what?”

“that” you look up at him “what?”

“that soft face thing” you roll your eyes, but your heart feels heavy in a good way. “they think it’s you” you say. joe steps closer. looks at your screen. reads. his expression shifts from amused to thoughtful. “are they upset?” you shake your head. “no” he nods slowly. “good” he reaches out and tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “i don’t want them attacking you because of me.”

you hold his wrist gently. “joe”

he meets your eyes. “you don’t get to decide that for me” you say softly. “i choose this”

he studies you like he’s trying to believe it fully. then he nods. “okay”nbut later that night, when you’re asleep against his chest, joe is still awake. scrolling.

just to be sure.

4: domestic

the kitchen is a disaster. flour dusted across the counter. chocolate chips scattered like confetti. the oven humming softly. you’re laughing, genuinely laughing, as joe tries to measure sugar without making a mess.

“you said you could bake” “i can”

“this looks illegal”

“you’re exaggerating” you step closer with the camera. his hands are steady despite the teasing. strong fingers, rings dusted with flour. there’s something intimate about watching someone use their hands in your kitchen. something private. he glances up and catches you staring. “what?”

“nothing”

“you’re filming my hands again”

“they’re photogenic”

“that’s not a thing”

you grin. he leans in to whisper something in your ear and his jaw slips into frame. you feel his breath against your skin. you don’t move away. later, when you’re both tasting the cookies, he brushes flour off your nose with his thumb.

slowly.

not for the camera. just because it’s there. you keep that clip in the edit. you post the video with the caption “he’s such a shit baker, thanks to me, they taste good”

that night you sit curled up together reading comments.

@user1187: GIIIRLL just tell us!!! who is heee

@yelllloww: need the confirmation

@lively98qsr: we all know its joeee

@pirbblsh635: you and him are sooo domestic stop itt

@quaint6638: may this love find me

he looks at you. really looks at you. “you make me feel normal” he admits.

“you are normal”

“not like this” he pulls you closer. “this feels… real”

you press your face into his chest to hide how much that affects you. “it is” you whisper.

5: hard launch

no hints. no teasing. just silence for weeks. then one quiet night. takeout containers on the floor. socks mismatched. your head resting against joe’s shoulder. there’s no perfect lighting. no styling. no planning.

just you. and him.

you set your phone up against a stack of books. “are we sure” joe asks. “yeah.”

he nods slowly. not confident. not flashy. just steady. you take the photo mid-laugh when he says something dumb on purpose to make you smile. it’s imperfect.

which makes it perfect. you both type captions quietly. you don’t show each other. “on three” you say.

“one” joe starts.

“two”

“three”

posted

your phones vibrate so violently they almost slide across the floor. notifications stacking. exploding. you open the app.

@djofan99830: THEY POSTED AT THE SAME TIME

@marrisaajadeez: this is so healthy it hurts

@djostanimal: he looks in love

@dylieela: she looks safe

@maxiiee98_2: soft launch complete!!

@charlie_youuung7: AAAH!! we knew it was joe allllll along!

@jelly_baby09: does this mean we get full videos with you and joe + chaos?!

joe watches your face instead of the screen. “still ours” he asks softly. you turn toward him. wrap your arms around his neck.

“always”

he presses his forehead to yours. the internet gets the photo. but this the warmth of his hands at your waist, the quiet of your apartment, the steady rhythm of his breathing against your cheek

this stays private. even now.

EEEKK!! this was so fun writing! absolutely loved this one so much it got me kicking my feeettt :) hope you all enjoyed it as much as i did :) please keep sending me ideas!

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